The Third Elder's face was the most unpleasant. If it weren't for the clan leader's great appreciation for him, their witch clan would never have kept him.
How can someone with impure blood and a descendant of a traitor be worthy of joining their witch clan?
However, this person was quite good at flattery, which led the clan chief to regard him as a close friend, and thus he stayed.
Even this attack on the Southern Dynasty was only possible because of the clan chief's trust, which allowed him to participate.
Who would have thought that this person would so blatantly betray the clan leader and still cling to the Southern Dynasty?
The Third Elder glared at Nan Ye and said, “Nan Ye, be mindful of your identity and your position. You are now a member of the Witch Clan.”
Nan Ye's face instantly turned extremely embarrassed, alternating between red and white, but he couldn't refute it.
Because he still needs the help of the witch clan to protect himself, and also to seek revenge.
He suffered heavy losses in the Southern Dynasty, and now he can't go back there at all. Only the Wu tribe can take him in.
Then, thinking about who had gotten me to this point, I couldn't help but feel angry.
"Nanlin, there's no need for further words between us. Right and wrong will be judged by the public. Today, I'm here to settle things with you."
"I will never forget the grudge you inflicted on me last time, the one that cut off my arm. Today, I will make you pay for it in blood!"
"Oh, then let's go." Nan Lin said casually, and leaped down from the city wall.
He misses Yue'er so much; he wants to finish the fight quickly and go home.
Seeing his expression, Nan Ye was filled with grief and indignation, and felt even more humiliated. He grabbed his sword with one hand and attacked Nan Lin directly.
He swears he will not be human if he does not kill Nan Lin!
Seeing their commanders fighting, the soldiers below cheered even louder, their weapons clashing, creating a thrilling and exciting scene.
Nan Lin stepped back, easily dodging Nan Ye's attack, and said leisurely, "Nan Ye, are you getting too old to wield a sword anymore?"
"This sword thrust felt light and weak, it didn't seem to have any power!"
Nanye was so angry he couldn't speak, and all he wanted to do was kill him with one sword.
He continued to attack him, but Nan Lin leaped backward, flipped in mid-air, and struck Nan Ye on the back with a palm.
Nan Ye took a few steps back, suppressing the metallic taste in his throat.
Nan Lin hooked a knife next to him with his foot. "Since you don't know how to use it, I'll teach you."
Nan Lin caught the knife and quickly approached Nan Ye, giving him no chance to react. The sound of the knife tip slicing through clothes and flesh rang out continuously.
It was just an ordinary knife on the battlefield, yet he wielded it with dazzling speed.
Nanye was stabbed several times, but each stab only caused superficial wounds and was not fatal.
But this only made him feel more humiliated, as if he were being played by Nanlin.
"ah!"
Nan Ye shouted and charged at Nan Lin with all his might. Nan Lin also rushed forward, and their swords clashed instantly, the two glaring at each other.
A crack appeared in the knife in Nanlin's hand. After all, it was just an ordinary knife, not comparable to the sword in Nanye's hand.
Nan Ye's lips curled slightly, and with another exertion of force, the knife in Nan Lin's hand snapped in two, the blade heading straight for Nan Lin's neck.
In the blink of an eye, Nan Lin grabbed Nan Ye's wrist and twisted it backward.
With a "click".
The sword in Nan Ye's hand instantly fell to the ground.
Minamino himself was in excruciating pain, covered in sweat.
Nan Lin released his grip, and Nan Ye's arm instantly drooped to his side.
Even his other hand was rendered useless.
"Nanlin!" Nanye cried out in despair, his voice heart-wrenching and deeply moving.
Of course, this person does not include Nanjing Forestry University.
Nan Lin slowly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hand that had just broken Nan Ye's arm.
Nan Ye was filled with shame and rage, and his hatred for Nan Lin reached its peak. His face was contorted, and he bared his teeth as he said, "Nan Lin, I will, I will definitely kill you!"
Even as Nan Ye glared at him and uttered harsh words, Nan Lin remained nonchalant.
"Oh? Then you probably can't do it."
"Now that both your arms are useless, how are you going to kill me?" Nan Lin said with a smile on his lips.
Nanye didn't want to hear anything he said; he just wanted to kill the man who had nailed him to the pillar of shame.
But at this moment, the sounds of clashing weapons gradually ceased.
The battlefield fell silent instantly, save for the faint sounds of soldiers breathing.
Nanye looked around and slumped to the ground.
That's it, he lost.
"Your Majesty, what should we do with the rest of these people?" a general asked.
"Kill them. I will not take prisoners," Nan Lin said calmly.
"yes."
The general turned around and made a gesture. Immediately, soldiers finished off the few remaining defeated soldiers. Blood splattered across the battlefield, and it was impossible to tell whose blood was whose.
After wiping his hands, Nan Lin casually tossed the handkerchief aside and reached out to the general from before.
The general immediately bent down and handed over his sword.
Nan Lin took the sword, drew it from its sheath, and said "Not bad" almost imperceptibly.
Nan Lin, carrying his sword, walked step by step toward Nan Ye.
It seemed that only now did Nan Ye feel fear. Nan Lin's terror was not just talk, but real, and it was about to happen to him.
No, he can't die!
His great cause was not yet complete; he had not yet become emperor; he had not yet unified the world.
Nanye kept retreating, "No, you can't kill..."
"Cough, uh..." Blood kept gushing from the corner of Nanye's mouth.
He was actually pierced through the throat by Nan Lin's sword!
Nan Lin pulled the sword out with a forceful pull, seemingly indifferent to Nan Ye, and turned to leave without giving him another glance.
As he passed the general, he didn't stop, but threw his sword directly at the general, who caught it.
"Clean up the battlefield and prepare to return to the capital." The voice drifted from afar.
"yes."
The general turned and looked at the desolate battlefield, and a deep sorrow welled up in his heart. It has always been like this: one general's success is built on the ruins of countless others.
At this moment, snowflakes began to fall from the sky, as if to cover up the filth.
The Imperial Palace of the Great Wei Dynasty.
Before Wu Changming returned, Wei Wangqing received a letter from the border.
"Haha, that's great!" Wei Wangqing was overjoyed.
"My lady? What's wrong? Is there any good news?"
"Nan Xiangrong has defeated the Wu Clan! Our Great Wei has won! I knew he could do it!" Wei Wangqing exclaimed excitedly.
Chen Zhiyan was initially delighted that the war was over and the people would no longer have to work so hard. This year's Lunar New Year's Eve was quite simple, as there was no grand celebration due to the war. The entire Great Wei had a lifeless atmosphere, and now he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
However, the admiration his wife showed for Nan Xiangrong in her tone made him very uncomfortable. It seemed that his wife had always admired capable men, just as she had done for him back in Jiangcheng.
Now, does she think he's useless, just staying in the harem and unable to help her at all?
After her initial joy, Wei Wangqing noticed her husband sitting to the side, looking sullen.
Wei Wangqing couldn't help but wonder, could this be postpartum depression?
But isn't this taking too long? Does it mean it will take several years after the child is born to have a baby?
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